week 2

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Week 2

[It's been about a week since the Champions woke up in their new consumerist hellscape of a temporary home and, despite a few odd goings on and the bomb incident with Church and Nari, things haven't been as bad as they could be. No one is even dead yet! But let's see how long that lasts.

Enjoy your week, Champions.]

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(( Also, don't forget to submit your AC and item rolls! You can also bother your Overseer here. ))

Comments

[motherfucking_ghost]

They're just rings. Giant, break someone's jaw and give them some scars to remember you by rings.

I felt vaguely girly putting them on but that's about it.

[burninglight]

Church, I can not impress upon you enough how much they are not, in fact,'just rings'.

I personally watched the last person not of Lucian blood to dare put it on immediately light up like a firework and have his eyes burned out.

[...and then kick your ass, but who's keeping track.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

[well canonically you kicked his ass without breaking a sweat but--]

That's fucking hardcore.

...That's also fucking horrifying.

They're also doing fuck and all to me. You sure you got the right rings, Ringo?

[burninglight]

Will you just...please let me see your hand?

[motherfucking_ghost]

Fine, geez. [>Take Church's hand?]

[burninglight]

[damn right]

[Ardyn frowned critically at both rings, looking them over carefully before slipping off the larger of the two and turning it over in his hand.]

There's definitely no mistaking it. But...it really must be completely powerless. A pair of replicas, most likely.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Your world is tremendously fucked up to have rings that set you on fire when you put them on, you know that, right?

[burninglight]

Ring, singular. And it only burns those not of the royal bloodline. And me, most likely. I'm not stupid enough to wear the damn thing anymore.

[motherfucking_ghost]

It's not singular anymore. [Wiggles the other ring at him!]

[burninglight]

I noticed.

[motherfucking_ghost]

There's not exactly anything I can do about what I got or why it's not setting me on fire? [He smirks.] Maybe it's cuz I'm a Shield of the King.

[burninglight]

You're not my Sh-...

...Wait, why are you wearing that jacket?

[motherfucking_ghost]

Same reason I'm wearing the rings. And a cheap plastic helmet.

[burninglight]

You seriously got a Kingsglaive uniform out of that thing.

[motherfucking_ghost]

A what now? I thought it made me look kinda like a punk goth emo scene band member sorta thing.

[burninglight]

That jacket looks like the uniform of the Lucian royal guard, idiot. Does it actually fit you?

[motherfucking_ghost]

Like I shopped for it myself...

[burninglight]

...I’m beginning to worry there actually is something to this Shield nonsense.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Shit, think something happened to Noctis' mountain of a man?

[burninglight]

Gladiolus is perfectly fine.

...Mine, however, is not.

[motherfucking_ghost]

You're also the one that keeps pointing out that you're not a king and nobody would wanna be your Shield.

[burninglight]

King by blood and name, not official position. I had a Shield once, but no one would want to be my protector now.

[motherfucking_ghost]

...You think the profile thinks I'm your Shield?

[burninglight]

Our names are prominent on each other's profiles, I have met Noctis' own Shield, and there is only one other person here even remotely fitting the definition of a king of Lucian blood.

What else am I to think?

[motherfucking_ghost]

That I'm not Shield material for anyone even remotely royal?